This is a song about "Bob crane"

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

So for the necklace you get crane kicks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

I’m tryna be low key

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

This should be illegal man

Ya body hangs, from the crane you dang.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

My brain is wired several ways, in each lane there's a crane